Happiness is obsolete: uneconomic.

So the experience of death is turned into that of the exchange of functionaries, and anything in the natural relationship to death that is not wholly absorbed into the social one is turned over to hygiene. In being seen as no more than the exit of a living creature from the social combine, death has been domesticated: dying merely confirms the absolute irrelevance of the natural organism in face of the social absolute.

The new human type cannot be properly understood without awareness of what he is continuously exposed to from the world of things about him, even in his most secret innervations.

He who stands aloof runs the risk of believing himself better than others and misusing his critique of society as an ideology for his private interest.

True thoughts are those alone which do not understand themselves.

Insane sects grow with the same rhythm as big organizations. It is the rhythm of total destruction.

Work while you work, play while you play - this is a basic rule of repressive self-discipline.